My hair and I have, for as long as I can remember, had a pretty tumultuous relationship. I am, by all definitions, a low maintenance kind of person. I wash and go. Literally. Since chopping my hair, I brush only once a week. When I had long hair, I brushed once a day and it was usually after I washed it. I am just blessed with un-knotting hair.
But it doesn’t do anything. It just…. hangs there. It’s thick, and it’s heavy. I tied it up, it fell down. I pinned it up, it fell down. I sprayed a can of hair spray in it after spending hours curling, it was flat and pencil straight within 30 minutes if even.
I toy with cutting it shorter, then think of the maintenance. I think about growing it back out and remember the bottles of shampoo and conditioner I would go through. So here I am, stuck with my hair. At odds, standing on opposite sides of the room from one another.
I see all of these cutes hairstyles and think “Oh, I could rock that.” Then, thoughts of the maintenance, the trims, the hair products, the time… And the idea is out of the window as quickly as it flew in. I’ve gotten better with my hair in my adult years. I used to trim maybe once a year, if even. I could get away with it though. I was every other day, condition, never blow dry, never product load. My hair was, and still is, super healthy. My two stylists are always commenting on how beautiful my hair is, even with the long space between cuts. Now, just about every three months my hair and I make the trip. For awhile it was primarily to slowly inch shorter and shorter until I hit what I felt was too short. Then I had to do monthly visits for the shaping of my grow out from that hair cut.
And now… I find myself thinking about growing it again. Not nearly as long as I used to wear it, but long enough to tie up when I’m in the mood for a pony tail. Then again, the thought of my hair gracing the back of my neck again…..
Sigh… Why do women put so much stock into hair?